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like, no offense to other people, but the people who read this blog are the best people on the planet. 

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before a run: RUNNING FUCK NO

after a run: RUNNING FUCK YES

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Abd ar-Rahman al-Sufi. Liber Locis Stellarum Fixarum (964 AD). Ptolemaic Constellations. Draco, Cepheus, Cetus, Ophiuchus, Hydra, Auriga, Orion, Picis, Andromeda (top to bottom). 1428.

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:)

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This. All day long.

This is one way my dad flirts with my mom.

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Hellzyeah!!!

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Yes. Yes to all of the above

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This man made such a huge impression on me and the way I think about the art world. He is missed.

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Run pika run!!!

Collared pika (North America - Discovery Channel)

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How did I not know about this ?!?!?!

Eerie photo of the Yellow Brick Road from an abandoned Wizard of Oz theme park in North Carolina. 

source

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Baby all you had to do was ask. :)

*gets down on one knee* will you help me drive a giant robot and kill aliens

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Done yo :)

Everyone who reblogs this will get a song lyric that describes them in their ask. Everyone.

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Porto Cervo Sardegna

I bypassed Corsica on my Italian yachting adventure, and instead spent several days in Porto Cervo, Sardinia.

I found my morning runs in Porto Cervo extra challenging, as it took some maneuvering to run through the tiny lanes and mazes of shops at port

in order to wend my way to what was essentially an uphill expressway to get some straightaways to run, but it was worth it for the views.

Once again we had options for swimming, and I found that the ocean was overly breezy, overly seaweed laden, and really flipping cold.

So another lazy afternoon spent in a bay sized saltwater pool sufficed.

  The food in Porto Cervo was once again superb.  Seafood bonanzas to be had everywhere.

And have I did.

  Until the last night when the idea of eating anything from the sea made me nauseated (a week straight of sea fare, give me a break!) so popcorn was my meal du jour.

  I did stroll through that same shopping area that I ran through in the mornings, but I will admit I didn’t buy anything on the island until I hit the airport. The prices were astronomical, and considering it was mostly the designer faire I had just left behind in New York, I wasn’t that interested. 

The weather was perfect though, light sea breezes felt refreshing over sun-baked skin, and cool nights where a shawl on deck is all that was needed. It was a great stop on my summer excursions.